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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.