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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Television,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.