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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.