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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.