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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.