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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.