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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.