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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.