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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.