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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.