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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Gong,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.