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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.