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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.