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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.