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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.