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 Norway and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.