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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
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.