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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
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.