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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.