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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.