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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Nico,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.