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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.