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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.