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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.