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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.