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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.