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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.