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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.