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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Franke,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.