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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.