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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.