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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.