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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.