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 Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.