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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
UT,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.