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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.