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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.