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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.