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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.