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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.