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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.