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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.