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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shoche 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.