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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Pagans,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.