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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.