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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.