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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.