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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.