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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.