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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.