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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.