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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.