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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Fear,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.