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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.