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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Whodini,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
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.