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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.