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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.