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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.