Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.