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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.