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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Scion,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.