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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
the Association,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.