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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Brick to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.