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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.