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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Faust,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.