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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
ABC,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.