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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.