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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
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.