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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Names,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Technova,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
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.