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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.