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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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?
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.