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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.