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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.