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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Can,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.