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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.