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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.