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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.