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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Monks,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.