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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
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.