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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.