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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.