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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Residents,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.