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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.