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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Names,
Model 500,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.