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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.