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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.