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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.