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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.