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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.