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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.