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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Wings,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.