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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
ABC,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.