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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.