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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.