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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.