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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.