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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.