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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.