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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.