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 Ireland and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.