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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Scientists,
the Germs,
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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.