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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.