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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.