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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.