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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.