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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.