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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Motorama,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.