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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.