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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.