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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.