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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.