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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.