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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.