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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.