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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Organ,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.