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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.