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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.