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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.