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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 cv313 to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Mars,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.