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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Television,
Technova,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.