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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
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.