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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
The Saints,
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.