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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Camouflage,
MC5,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Hashim,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.