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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.