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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
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.