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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.