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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pole 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.