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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.