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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.