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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.