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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.