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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Wire,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.