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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
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Das Ding,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.