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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.