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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.