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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Q65,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.