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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.