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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.