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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
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.