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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.