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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.