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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.