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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.