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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.