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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Oneida,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.