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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.