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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.