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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.