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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
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.