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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.