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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.