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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.