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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.