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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
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.