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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.