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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
June Days,
UT,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.