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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.