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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.