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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.