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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Brick,
the Slits,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.