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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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?
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.