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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.