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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.