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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.