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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.