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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Index to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.