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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.