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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Standells to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
ABC,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.