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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.