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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.