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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.