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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.