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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
a-ha,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.