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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.