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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.