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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.