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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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.