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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.