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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.