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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.