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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.