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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.