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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
10cc,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.