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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Faust,
The Associates,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.