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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.