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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.