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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.