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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.