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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.