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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.