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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Nas,
T. Rex,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.