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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.