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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.