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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Black Moon,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.