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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.