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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.