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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.