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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Television,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.