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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.