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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.