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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.