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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.