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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.