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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.