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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.