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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.