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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Smog,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Inner City,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.