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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.