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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
June Days,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.