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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.