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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.