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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
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.