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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.