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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.