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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
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.