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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.