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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.