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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.