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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.