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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.