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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
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.