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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.