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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.