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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
ABBA,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.