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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.