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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Circle Jerks 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
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.