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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.