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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.