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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Josef K to the dance 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 Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.