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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.