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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.