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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Anakelly,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.