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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
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.