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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.