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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.