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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.