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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Television,
Excepter,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.