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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.