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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Visage,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.