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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.