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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.