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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.