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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.