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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.