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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.