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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
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.