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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Mars,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.