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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.