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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
New Order,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
UT,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.