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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
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,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.