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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.