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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Faust,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.