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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.