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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.