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 Malaysia 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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Television,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.