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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.