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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.