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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.