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 United States and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.