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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.