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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.