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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.