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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.