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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Organ,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.