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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.