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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.