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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.