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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.