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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
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.