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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.