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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.