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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.