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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Wire,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.