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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.