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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
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.