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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.