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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.