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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
UT,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.