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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.