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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.