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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.