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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.