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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.