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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
PIL,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.