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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.