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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.