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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
JFA,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.