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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.