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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.