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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.