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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.