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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.