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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
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.