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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.