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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Associates to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Magma,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.