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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 D'Angelo 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Zapp,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.