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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.