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 China and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Magma,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.