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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.