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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Nico,
The Names,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.