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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.