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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
UT,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.