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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.