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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Monks,
Roxette,
Can,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.