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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.