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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Technova,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.