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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.