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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.