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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.