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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Liliput,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.