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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.