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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Interpol,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.