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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.