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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.