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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
AZ,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Monks,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.