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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.