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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.