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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.