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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
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Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.