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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Moebius to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
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.