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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.