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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Fear,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.