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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.