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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.