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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.