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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grey Daturas 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.