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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.