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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.