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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.