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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.