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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Q65,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
the Association,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.