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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
The Names,
The Move,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
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.