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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.