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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 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 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.