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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.