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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.