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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.