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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
cv313,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.