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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Technova,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.