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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
AZ,
Pole,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.