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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Japan,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.