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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.