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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Victims to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Organ,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.