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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.