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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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.