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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
ABC,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.