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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.