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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.