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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.