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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
MC5,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.