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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.