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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.