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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
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.