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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.