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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.