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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.