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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.