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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.