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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Fear,
Visage,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
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.