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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Manila and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.