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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.