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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.