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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
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.