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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Franke,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Pole,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.