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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.