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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.