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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.