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 China and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Japan,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.