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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.