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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.