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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.