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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
June Days,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.