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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.