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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.