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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.