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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.