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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.