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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.