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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.