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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.