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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.