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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.