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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.