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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.