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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Cameo,
The Wake,
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.