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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.