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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.