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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.