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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.