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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.