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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.