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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
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