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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.