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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.