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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.