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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.