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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.