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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.