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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.