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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.