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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Organ,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.