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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Pole,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.