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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.