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 India and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.