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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.