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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.