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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
MDC,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.