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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.