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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
June Days,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
MC5,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.