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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.