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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.