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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.