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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
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.