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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
The Names,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.