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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Monks,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.