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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.