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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.