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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.