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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.