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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.