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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.