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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.