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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
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.