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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.