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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Wings,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.