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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.