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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.