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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.