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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.