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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.