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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.