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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
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.