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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Move,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.