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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.