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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.