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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Model 500,
ABC,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.