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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 New York and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.