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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.