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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.