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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.