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 Tuvalu 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.