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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
UT,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.