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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Nico,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.