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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.