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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.