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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.