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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.