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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.