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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.