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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Minutemen 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.