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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 a snare and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.