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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.