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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.