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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.