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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.