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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.