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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.