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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.