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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.