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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.