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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.