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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.