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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.