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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Television,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
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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.