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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.