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-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
X-102,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.