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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Echospace,
UT,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.