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 Malaysia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.