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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
UT,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.