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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.