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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Japan,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.