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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.