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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.