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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.