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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Pole,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.