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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.