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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.