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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.