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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.