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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Organ,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.