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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.