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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.