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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Index,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.