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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.