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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Visage,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.