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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Surgeon,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.