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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Crime,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.