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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.