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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.