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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Scion,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.