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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.