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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.