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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.