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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
The Standells,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
The Doors,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.