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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.