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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.