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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
ABC,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.