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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.