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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.