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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.