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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.