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 China and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.