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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.