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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.