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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.