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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
MDC,
PIL,
Skaos,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.