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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.