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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.