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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
UT,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Index,
The Evens,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.