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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
AZ,
Skarface,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
the Germs,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.