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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.