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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.